Hawk Tuah
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⏱️ 3:53 duration
🆔 ID: 23724289
📜 Lyrics
I Get lost in the sauce like I jumped in A1
A lot at stake I’ve been great since Day 1
You can lock the gate but you can’t escape one
Bad mother fucker like me I’m Jason
Machete in my hand mind sharp as migraines
I Sowed my oats I get gains off my grains
My roots run deep oak trees and ginseng (pop out behind tree)
My kush got kick Bruce Lee the Sensei (kick at camera)
Hi ya
Smoking that za! (Smoking weed)
Haters throwing shots like gra ta ta ta (make shots pop with editing)
You can’t son me like the book of Ra
But Imma son you you should call me Pa
Hah (reading book slamming closed)
Spitting in this bitch like (sniff) hawk tuah
Flowing like water aka aq-ua
Murph make hits to get yo ass beat to ah (shadow box)
They be skipping yo tracks like one hop too ah
All these dick riders need to grab a saddle
You could never be me livin in my shadow
Get off my dick ya can’t walk like this
You can’t talk like this Tower of Babel
I’m about to raise the stakes like adopted cattle
Make the whole club shake like a baby rattle
On a person with Parkinson’s in battle
Big Murphy Getting throwed like Atlatls (cheers camera)
I be cheefing on the grass like an Indian
If you a Rat put the pen to yo Templeton
Kill a rapper on the flow I’m offending him
That’s double entendre I’m off ending him
Ya girl hit me up in D M
Tryna shoot her shot like MGM
I’d knock that thang to oblivion
And Make her eat me up like a M&M (pour m&ms in my crotch)
Thank god I’ll never be him again
Start to eat my soul From the sin I’m in (cinnamon)
Never been the type to chase women &
Quite Frankly I chase them Benjamin’s
Whole click charged up like a Rivian
Weekly meetings with the plug like Tesla
I might need to pop me a Phenergan
My Flow sick like it’s under the weather
I’m real backwoods and I look good I might put obsidian in my bezel
Uh
Country as an old tea kettle
Grinding like a hacksaw when it meets metal
I wish a hater would (wood) like Gepetto
Ya ass will be grass no meadow
Duffle bag full of heavy metal
It’ll Make ya whole block rock no pebble (bow)
(Chorus)
Spitting in the bitch like Hawk Tuah
Flowing like water aka aqua
We making hits get yo ass beat to a
They be skipping yo tracks like one hop two a
We be spitting in this bitch like
Hawk Tuah
Spitting in this bitch like
Hawk Tuah (repeat 2x)
(Verse 2)
Screw all of this average nonsense to pad your pockects, cats cant rap half this good I promise
If they all was honest then they’d acknowledge when they was saying it was loaded they was talking omelets
Look at all the comments, Oh My God lets
Block everybody like Jonathon Ogden
That hooping hollering you doings the problem
Just keep it a milli whats a goon to a goblin
You can’t do what we do (restricted) They not like us (peace to Kendrick)
Ain’t this Cymple, Stain glass window (we can see right through your image)
Does it make a difference, if that tough guy act is a gimmick
Last time you threw a bow you was like ‘Oh boy what is this’ seeing what you got for Christmas,
Ya’ll ain’t cooking nothing, Just Stick to serving dishes,
U ain’t getting no title shot, is you smoking rock? you gotta earn them bitches, I worked for this shit
Yeah, the boy put in time like feeding the meter, we different creatures.
When I get the microphone even the speaker’s like Adele Adele arriba arriba
(ughh) We never cease to amaze, head for the Hill(s) like Tua plays
Speaking of head we be doing things with you girl why she make that Hawk Tua face
This old head just working, I done resurfaced, all refurbished, be nervous
I’m on you, nah I’m uno, I put my game down flip it then reverse it
Don’t need no band like Deep Purple
I am the show like Steve Urkel
Wearing multiple hats, ‘hey ya’ Andre with the 3 and the 3 circles.
New Blue Son (sun) that’s a still birth
Jaws of a killer i’m Spielberg
Let’s get it popping, circuit breaker
Still will surge when I feel urged
Got all the elements alchemy
This Georgia boy fly that’s falconry
Your careers in ruins or it’s bout to be
Like what the Titan was riding down to see
Before they drown at sea, spitting rounds with me. Then Ground beef is what you bound to be.
They at the top of their game, but they bout to see
The quickest way to ground Z from the mountain peak and that’s down
A lot at stake I’ve been great since Day 1
You can lock the gate but you can’t escape one
Bad mother fucker like me I’m Jason
Machete in my hand mind sharp as migraines
I Sowed my oats I get gains off my grains
My roots run deep oak trees and ginseng (pop out behind tree)
My kush got kick Bruce Lee the Sensei (kick at camera)
Hi ya
Smoking that za! (Smoking weed)
Haters throwing shots like gra ta ta ta (make shots pop with editing)
You can’t son me like the book of Ra
But Imma son you you should call me Pa
Hah (reading book slamming closed)
Spitting in this bitch like (sniff) hawk tuah
Flowing like water aka aq-ua
Murph make hits to get yo ass beat to ah (shadow box)
They be skipping yo tracks like one hop too ah
All these dick riders need to grab a saddle
You could never be me livin in my shadow
Get off my dick ya can’t walk like this
You can’t talk like this Tower of Babel
I’m about to raise the stakes like adopted cattle
Make the whole club shake like a baby rattle
On a person with Parkinson’s in battle
Big Murphy Getting throwed like Atlatls (cheers camera)
I be cheefing on the grass like an Indian
If you a Rat put the pen to yo Templeton
Kill a rapper on the flow I’m offending him
That’s double entendre I’m off ending him
Ya girl hit me up in D M
Tryna shoot her shot like MGM
I’d knock that thang to oblivion
And Make her eat me up like a M&M (pour m&ms in my crotch)
Thank god I’ll never be him again
Start to eat my soul From the sin I’m in (cinnamon)
Never been the type to chase women &
Quite Frankly I chase them Benjamin’s
Whole click charged up like a Rivian
Weekly meetings with the plug like Tesla
I might need to pop me a Phenergan
My Flow sick like it’s under the weather
I’m real backwoods and I look good I might put obsidian in my bezel
Uh
Country as an old tea kettle
Grinding like a hacksaw when it meets metal
I wish a hater would (wood) like Gepetto
Ya ass will be grass no meadow
Duffle bag full of heavy metal
It’ll Make ya whole block rock no pebble (bow)
(Chorus)
Spitting in the bitch like Hawk Tuah
Flowing like water aka aqua
We making hits get yo ass beat to a
They be skipping yo tracks like one hop two a
We be spitting in this bitch like
Hawk Tuah
Spitting in this bitch like
Hawk Tuah (repeat 2x)
(Verse 2)
Screw all of this average nonsense to pad your pockects, cats cant rap half this good I promise
If they all was honest then they’d acknowledge when they was saying it was loaded they was talking omelets
Look at all the comments, Oh My God lets
Block everybody like Jonathon Ogden
That hooping hollering you doings the problem
Just keep it a milli whats a goon to a goblin
You can’t do what we do (restricted) They not like us (peace to Kendrick)
Ain’t this Cymple, Stain glass window (we can see right through your image)
Does it make a difference, if that tough guy act is a gimmick
Last time you threw a bow you was like ‘Oh boy what is this’ seeing what you got for Christmas,
Ya’ll ain’t cooking nothing, Just Stick to serving dishes,
U ain’t getting no title shot, is you smoking rock? you gotta earn them bitches, I worked for this shit
Yeah, the boy put in time like feeding the meter, we different creatures.
When I get the microphone even the speaker’s like Adele Adele arriba arriba
(ughh) We never cease to amaze, head for the Hill(s) like Tua plays
Speaking of head we be doing things with you girl why she make that Hawk Tua face
This old head just working, I done resurfaced, all refurbished, be nervous
I’m on you, nah I’m uno, I put my game down flip it then reverse it
Don’t need no band like Deep Purple
I am the show like Steve Urkel
Wearing multiple hats, ‘hey ya’ Andre with the 3 and the 3 circles.
New Blue Son (sun) that’s a still birth
Jaws of a killer i’m Spielberg
Let’s get it popping, circuit breaker
Still will surge when I feel urged
Got all the elements alchemy
This Georgia boy fly that’s falconry
Your careers in ruins or it’s bout to be
Like what the Titan was riding down to see
Before they drown at sea, spitting rounds with me. Then Ground beef is what you bound to be.
They at the top of their game, but they bout to see
The quickest way to ground Z from the mountain peak and that’s down